Christmas Eve by Robert Browning
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page 49 of 49 (100%)
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Prove that the soul's depths boil in earnest!
May truth shine out, stand ever before us! I put up pencil and join chorus To Hepzibah Tune, without further apology, The last five verses of the third section Of the seventeenth hymn of Whitfield's Collection, To conclude with the doxology. |
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